Papas Fritas, a co-ed Beantown trio who juggled the guitar/piano thing with modesty and moxie. Their self-titled 1995 platter on Minty Fresh Records was an in-dash staple for many a pizza delivery run in my college years. Like another east coast standby for me back in the day, Small Factory, Papas Fritas struck a tuneful, infectious balance between twee pop and crunchy riffs. One tricky portion of their discography proved elusive to me for nearly a decade, namely this 45 from 1994, which I located just two years ago (a long time to be sitting on for a blog post, I know).
Maybe they were saving up their acumen and creativity for that practically flawless debut album I mentioned, because this long lusted after wax didn't move me in remotely the same way. You can chalk part of that up to the apparent exclusion of female drummer Shivika Asthana on the microphone for all three songs (though she'd have a very prominent singing role on P/F's soon-to-follow trio of albums). The near seven minute "Friday Night" plays out like a prolonged rehearsal take of a very unseasoned song. Even "Smash This World," the only track here to be retooled for Papas Fritas sounds stifled and unenthused. Win some, lose some I suppose, and luckily they more than made up for this little transgression during their tenure on Minty Fresh. BTW, I know for a fact that P/F had at least one publicly circulated demo tape from this era, possibly more. If any of ya'll can digitize it/them please get in touch. I might repost this single at some point if I can rectify some of the pesky vinyl noise.
A. Friday Night
B1. Smash This World